Mick sez "Use your head & stick with us instead
A man must stay with his own crowd
From that side of town, they'll just clown you around
They'll get yer poor head in the clouds
They'll go their own way, they don't care what you say
They'll leave you to fight your own fights"
And when he was through, I sez "Mick, here's to you
And I thank ya, cause man, you're so right!
I'll stick with the Irish & the English
And the ones with nowhere to call home
I'll stick with the wealthy, the unhealthy
The hungry, the tired, the alone
I'll stick with my own"
Mick sez "So it's true, you're the dumbest magoo
Yer the blindest of men with two eyes
Do you think all your lowlifes and highlifes and 'why-lifes'
Will care if ya live or ya die?"
Well Mick, I don't know but there's one thing for sho'
In this life there ain't no guarantees
But from now until I've got no more free will
It seems like the best way for me is
Stick with the Irish & the English
And the ones with nowhere to call home
I'll stick with the wealthy, the unhealthy
The hungry, the tired, the alone
I'll stick with my own
There's nothing to do but to live
There's nothing to take but to give
There's nothing that ever made hatred surrender
Like sayin': "What's mine is HIS!!" So I'll
Stick with the Irish & the English
And the ones with nowhere to call home
I'll stick with the wealthy, the unhealthy
The hungry, the tired, the alone
